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When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.

I'm someone, anyone; I might be Bachir Gemayel:
among guns and shells a Maronite; between powers a puppet - a pawn in a
Great Game; weak, then powerful; alive, then dead; somebody, anybody,
nobody. I might be someone else, I might be you, I might be a third
person; I might as well be Bachir Gemayel.